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“And that’s another point! What if your spell went wrong, or mine after it was cast? You could get the Cruciatus again – or worse, they might see it as an outright attack. Who knows what would happen then?”

Ginny jumped to her feet, eyes blazing. “Stop it, Michael! Something can always happen. I could catch the Cruciatus tomorrow for looking at a Carrow wrong. Someone could catch me helping someone they’ve hurt and turn me in - Cruciatus. Or worse yet, someone could kill my dad for being a blood traitor. It’s a dangerous world, but we have to fight.”

100 exactly.

Michael seems to be in overprotective worrywart mode, so I thought he wouldn't just give in to "Better you than Carrow."

Also, if I was wrong about picturing Ginny sitting down with a book (library? I'm guessing? Given that Michael wouldn't get into the common room?) then sorry about the whole "jumping to her feet" business. Couldn't find any actual description of her postition.

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Ginny stood, hands on hips, waiting for Michael to agree to the plan. Michael bit his lip. After a full minute of determinedly not meeting his ex-girlfriend’s eyes, he couldn’t resist any longer. He met her eyes, and, to his surprise, they weren’t filled with the fire he had often seen, but had a mischievous glint.

“C’mon, Michael, I haven’t even told you the best part. Haven’t you wondered what we were going to do after the Carrows were asleep?”

Neville, who had been watching for eavesdroppers, looked around, surprised.

Ginny nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. Take away their wands and plant fake wands – I’ve got plenty of those, write ‘Squibs’ on their faces…basically do things which would undermine their rule in Hogwarts.”

"Then it's settled." Ginny said. "I'll use my coin and set up a meeting for later tonight. From there, I'll see who is up for a little bit of payback."

* * *

"So, who's in?" Ginny asked the assembly.

Of the ten or so D.A. members in attendance, not a single hand stayed down. At some point, all of them had felt the wrath of Amycus Carrow or had been sent to him by Alecto. This was their chance to dish it out rather than receive.

Ginny, Neville, Michael, and Seamus watched as the others filed out of the Room of Requirement, eager to get the riots going. They had planned for the grand finale to be at the Valentine’s Day feast. The remaining members went off to the kitchens to employ the help of the house elves.

They all crept out into the hall as quietly as possible and began to make their way down the stairs. Ginny hoped that the portraits would all be asleep by now. She wasn’t sure that the nosier ones would be able to refrain from telling them off for being out this late, but as they passed each frame, instead of mentioning the fact that they were out past curfew, the portraits whispered words of advice. “Don’t go near the Trophy Room,” an old witch in a lopsided frame warned. “Filch is in there with that horrible cat.”

The small entourage circumvented the Trophy Room, and with further assistance from the portraits, they reached their destination. "Now for the transfiguration," Ginny said, looking pointedly at Michael.

Her ex-boyfriend shifted uncomfortably but drew his wand. Squeezing his eyes shut in concentration, he muttered, "Homenum transverto pumilio."

All watched fascinatedly as Ginny's height sunk lower and lower until she was hardly more than knee-high. Her face contorted from its prior, more attractive form to that of a squat, chubby creature, and once it was final, Michael nearly fell over in relief. "Thank Merlin I didn't kill you."

100 words. I even hand counted. Do you really want more words, Mr. 50?